The Little Mermaid Daughter Novels & Stories

"Dad, Jason treats me well. Everyone in the Martinez family treats me well." Now, thinking back? I was a fool. I used my fingernail to pry open the protective cap. And pressed down gently. No sound. No light. But I knew the signal had been sent. My father said that once I pressed that button, someone would come within half an hour. But half an hour... Could my baby hold on that long?

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

Not like this. I glanced up as the door opened. “Clarissa.” I sprang to my feet. “It's good to see you. I wish we were meeting again under more favourable circumstances but you know how it is.” “I understand, Alpha.” My eyes strayed to the young girl with her. What was she doing here again? “And she is?” “My daughter, Laura.” “Your daughter?” My brows furrowed. Whatever. More important matters were on ground. “What happened to him?” Clarissa asked making her way towards Luca.

"A wolf claiming to be Sera Redthorn. Your daughter. Aged twenty years. And she says she's come to kill everyone who failed to prevent the war that destroyed her childhood." Through the bond, Marina felt Silvain's shock matching her own. Their daughter. From another timeline. Coming to murder them all.

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

She was still his daughter after all, regardless of blood relations. … Nova “Your daughter is a werewolf! How could you enroll her in a human school?!” I froze, nearly dropping the grocery bag in my hand as I entered the kindergarten. I had just come to pick up Lila, and was already being assaulted by the red-faced teacher in the lobby. “What are you talking about?” I asked, pushing past the woman. “Where is my daughter?” The teacher huffed and gestured down the hall, where Lila’s classroom was. I hurried in that direction, and when I entered the small, colorful room, I found Lila sitting morosely in the corner.

my mother replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. My blood ran cold. "She's your biological daughter? What do you mean?" "You're just our adopted daughter. Sophia is our biological child. We've raised you all these years, which was already kind enough. You've been occupying Sophia's place for too long—it's time to give it back to her."

This made me jutted up my chin as Issued a warning. " You should stop coming here. If you allow my warning to skip your mind and you come back asking for money, I will make sure you rot in the Ocean City " At these words, she smiled and nodded. " I will give it to you. You are bold. Surely you are that daughter I abandoned years ago. Look how vibrant you are. You even can tell my tribe just by my scent " I didn't bother to reply to her. I was still surprised. I didn't know my mother was a mermaid. I never ask about her from my dad in order not to make her sorrowful.